Pharon stood before his brother and mother in her solar. The fresh flowers placed on the numerous small tables around the room made filled the air with the scent of fresias. The pink and gold room smelled like a garden.
Pharon tried to me his brother's eyes but his gaze was fixed on Lady Vivian as it always was now. Blaize looked as if he was doing well other than his obsession. He looked well-rested and virile. Their mother on the other hand, looked exhausted. Her face was sallow and she had deep, purple bags under her eyes. She had also lost weight and she had started off skinny. Now, her dress was hanging off of her like she was a stick.
Pharon thought of the Archivist's words about his father. Looking at his mother now, it seemed like he was losing both of his parents at once. Pharon felt sorrow threaten to overwhelm him and he quickly pushed it away.
Somehow, his mother still found the energy to be angry at the two demons she summoned here.
